About the prompts, Ink/Passive Nightmare please? Can be funny, but not crackish. If it's okay.
Nightmare mutters another curse under his breath as once again, he has gotten paint on his hands. They have always been a pain to wash away, especially when you are a skeleton.
Unempathetic to his misery, Ink lets out an amused snort.
“Shut up.” Nightmare huffs, redirecting his frustration to the Protector. “It’s not my fault I can’t do art.”
“Of course you can do art. You just need a little guidance.” With a bright smile, Ink says. “Here, let me help you!”
Nightmare’s SOUL nearly leaps out of his ribcage when Ink suddenly settles behind him, their slender fingers wrapping around his paint-stained ones. The Guardian of Negativity has to try his best to focus on the paintbrush, not the hot breath barely brushing his neck, not the bright lilac blush creeping dangerously close to his cheeks, and certainly not how much he really likes having Ink’s chest pressing against his back, actually-
Oh, Nightmare internally bemoans. I am so fucked.
“There!” The Protector’s cheery voice drags him back to reality. “Now you try it!”
Nodding meekly, he hastily compiles, all too grateful that Ink isn’t in his personal space anymore (even if the place where they touch still tingles with electricity, even if his SOUL wants-). He cleans his brush, dipping it into the palette-
And then knocks it all over his clothes.
“GOD DAMNIT!”
(Sorry for the short reply. I hope this is satisfactory.)
